Donald Trumps Inauguration

Well it’s finally happened. The dreaded day of the incestuous, creepy, old orange’s inauguration has come.

“The social structure has changed.”

“There is no advancement to be had anymore.”

“Now we’re never going to move forward.”

All statements that have probably been said. But is it really going to change?

I am always proud to say that I am a black man living in America. I learned history of the struggle that men and women that looked like me have gone through when it came to getting even the most basic of human right. We’re living in 2017, and there are still issues. I don’t think that Donald Trump’s election, inauguration, or presidency has actually affected blacks. I think it’s affected white people, and they’re scared.

Notice that during the protesting and rioting that happened during and post inauguration. There weren’t a squad of Black Lives Matter Protesters roaming the streets, antagonizing police officers and breaking Starbucks’ windows. It was mostly white rioters that were doing that.

White people are now at one of the most disadvantageous times in American history. Our government is being led by right-wing religious fanatics, who ignore simple concepts as the world getting hotter every year, or police being excessively violent to all people. A grown man with twitter fingers and a small hand complex, is running one of the most powerful countries in the world, and he only caters to the rich 1%. There are more whites on welfare and poor, than any minorities on either front. So what is the white man or woman to do? Get angry of course, so extremely excessively angry. Because they’ve never had to deal with something of this magnitude in their society.

Despite my utter disdain for Donald Trump and those around him, I actually look forward to this presidency. I think that it will bridge gaps in our society to fight against a common force. If anyone has ever seen the movie Watchmen you might remember Ozymandiaz. Recall that his plan was to unite the entire world by putting them against one common threat. Where as in the movie, it was a nuclear bomb, in the original comic it was a giant squid monster. Donald Trump, is our squid monster. We can only hope that the world works to fight this obscenely cartoon like threat, before it destroys us all.

 

The New Year

 

Most years I spend New Year’s Eve just waiting it out. New Years have never been something that I look forward to, because nothing really changes. Last year’s people aren’t going to randomly transform into better or worse beings. There is no “Next time” transitional cut. There is just the night over, and the the subsequent restarting of the calendar on January 1st. On a standard year, I’m indifferent, but this New Year is changed for some reason.

After some of the biggest political blunders in history, 2017 doesn’t feel like the end of the world. This isn’t the first time that the United States has chosen less than ideal candidates, nor will it be the last. We’ll make it through 4-8 years of this like the last time, and hopefully less millions of people will be killed due to idiocy. And how does this at all make my mood happy, you ask? Well it’s more for the show. I think life is an extremely fun show to watch. (Which explains one of my favorite activities is to just people watch.) Think of life as the channel with American politics is probably the best reality television comedy that has ever existed. So I can’t wait to hear the bad speeches, horrible arguments, and questionable lines, barked at us by people who barely know what they’re talking about. It’s gonna be good!

2017 brings me joy from more personal growth that can come from here than anything. This April commemorates my induction into the greatest fraternity known to man, Phi Beta Sigma Fraternity Inc. (Blu PHI!). This fall will also be leading into my senior year of college, which has me looking forward to grad school and becoming a teacher in the future. 2017 will be the year that I turn 21. Which means despite my lack of any interest in drinking, it’s becoming more apathetic as it gets closer, I can attend more events that are not barred by my age alone. 2017 is the year I plan to get my drivers license, and be able to take myself virtually anywhere a minimum wage job worth of gas, and my truck that’s over 12 years old can take me.

While 2016 was a worst year for many people, especially celebrities, I would hope that they would look back at the year as one of growth and mistakes. Life’s full of them, and one thing I learned last year, that I’m taking into this year is to not fear my own failure. It happens. But focusing on our falls and trips won’t make us any better. Learning from it will.